Standing there alone, with the two Majors locked eye to eye, Sims placed, ever so gently, a hand on Major Ryan’s shoulder. Whispering, "Ryan, you know you need to holster your weapon. Think of your wife and two boys back home.” He was tired and hungry and knew Ryan was too. All he wanted at that moment was to get a hot shower along with some hot chow. He waited as Ryan stood there with his finger on the trigger.